I awoke to the sound of the telephone ringing off the wall. It rang three times, then stopped immediately. My mother must’ve picked it up. A few moments later, she barged into my room, phone in hand, and said “Bryn, it’s for you.”
“Tell whoever it is that I’ll call them back later,” I groaned groggily.
“Bryn, it’s the NYPD. It’s about Max.”
I bolted out of bed and snatched the phone from my mom. Max _____ was tried and arrested 2 years ago for stalking me and threating murder. It all started when he asked me out and I rejected him. Somehow he got my number, and for 4 months, my phone rang 24/7 with calls from him. One day, he followed me home from school and broke into my family’s apartment. That’s when I told him to leave me and
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“Yes, Ms. McKnight, we have some bad news. Max ______ escaped from jail last night.”
I was stunned. “Well have you found him?” I asked worriedly.
“No, but we have many officers out looking for him,” he replied. “In the meantime, we are going to send 2 officers to watch you until we can find
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There he was, dressed in a black cloak with a skeleton mask to hide his face. He glanced around the crowd of kids, until his evil glare landed on me. It sent a chill through my entire body. “Bryn! Hurry!” I hear Sara yell to me. I dashed inside to meet her near the steps. Cobwebs filled the dimly lit, old stairway. Together we climbed the stairs as fast we could, until we reached the top of the building. I heard footsteps following us. “This way,” I whisper to Sara, pointing at the door to the rooftop. We pulled at the door, but it was locked. I looked around, out of options, as the footsteps grew louder and louder. I spotted a rusted, metal bar in the corner of the stairwell. I ran to grab it, and Sara and I pried open the rooftop door. We slammed the bar into the door handles. Just as we hid behind the chimney, the doors started to shake. Suddenly, the doors bust open, and there he was. Just looking at him made me shiver. He spotted us, and started to head in our direction. The glimmer of the moonlight reflected in the shine of the sharp blade on the dagger he was holding. He lunged toward us, knife in hand, and that’s when I knew I wasn’t going to live past this